Novel & Cerita Blackfire One Step

That we can push back. Two more nodes left. Then we prepare to go into the black realm. The road ahead is clear now.

The grand staircase of the Black Ridge fortress was an architectural masterpiece of obsidian and bone-white marble. It was also, as Elara was currently discovering, a death trap for anyone with a center of gravity that had recently relocated to their tailbone. "One step at a time, Elara," Fenris said, walking backward down the stairs with his arms out like a man trying to catch a falling piano. "Heel, then toe. Don't think about the tail. If you think about the tail, it wins."

Darkness making itself known. ๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑ STEPHANO'S POV

Let the system squirm. This flame answers to no gatekeeper.

It send shivers down my spine. I step away from Wolf, losing my focus on everything for a moment. My wide eyes stare at his fur and then wander down to his paws that seem to be radiating off a black fire. ‘ It’s black magic. ’ A soul whispers in my mind, sounding afraid for some reason. Clouds begin to cover the sky and the sun as Wolf takes a threatening step forward. The black smoke follows him and even Katrina floats back. She then raises her hand in the air, this time her palm flat. The wolves behind her let out collective growls and begin to sprint towards us.

Ready to feed. While using my sorcery still gave me the creeps, this seemed an appropriate time to whip it out, considering who I was about to confront. Best Yure Danko understood I wasn't screwing around. Ten steps. The guards stiffened. Nine steps. They raised their weapons. Eight. They tightened ranks. Seven. Blackness, pooled at my feet, began to expand outward, reaching for the hot, bubbling power of the werewolves, starving for their essence. Six. Five.

In the third step, while reciting the spell to become a black wolf: "Twist the bones and bend the back. Trim me of murdered boy fat. Give me fur, a tail black as black. Claws, fangs, make me a wolf, werewolf. Sharpen my teeth, the taste of blood is in my mouth when I bite down, ripping out their throat. Intestines are being torn apart; they scream, sounds like "Die!" but they don't. Make them live again. Again, and I will bite them again. Hearts stop beating, blood spills, stains my paws - color of spilled blood, fresh blood, and I want more. I can't stop drinking. I'll never be full; I'll never feel full again. I'm thirsty, burning up inside."

He filed us into use. I pulled on the debt key. Kael's voice came through shredded and breathless. "Tell me where." "The server rack below the eastern breach. Can you reach it?" A pause. Too long. "No." Honest. Useless. Then he added, "But the rack is Blackwood infrastructure." "Meaning?" "I can make it refuse release for three seconds." Three seconds. In this world, mercy always came in insulting measurements. "Do it." The debt wire went white-hot.

She was preparing to deliver her final killing blow, urging the courts to make an example of me, the social degenerate. Then it happened. The giant screen behind her flickered. Without warning, the giant LCD screen behind her flickered and changed. Her tear-streaked face disappeared from the screen. A black player interface took its place. Moments later, a crystal-clear audio recording blared through the speakers, reaching every corner of the hall and every livestream. The voices in the recording belonged to two people.